The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1887-05-19

wear out the spirit and expunge the bright
lines of life, and give haggardness to the
face, and draw the flesh down over the
cheek bone, and draw dark lines under the
sunken eyes, and the hand is tremulous,
and the voice is husky and uncertain, and
the grief is wearing, grinding, accumulate
ing, exhausting.
Now, what are such to do2 Are they
merely to look up into a Drazen ana un-
pitying heaven? Are they to walk a blasted
heath unfed of stream, unsheltered by
overarching tree? Has God turned us out
on the barren common to die? oh, no! mol
mol He has not. He understands all our
grief. He sees the height and the depth
IN the length and the breadth OF 1t. He
is the on one that can fully sympathize.
Ion;d lel Jesus. Sometimes when VIC
have trouble we go to our friends and we
e,plmn it, and they try to sympathize; but
he. do not understand it. They cannot
M er,tand it. But Christ sees all through
il. He not only counts the tears and
records the groans, but before the tears
stan ed, before the groans began, Christ
saw he inmost hiding place of your sorrow;
and l. e takes it, and He weighs it, and He
measures it, and He pities it with an all
sorbIngp pity Bone of our bone. Flesh of our
flesh. Heart of our heart. Sorrow of our
sorrow.
As long as He remembers Lazarus grave
He will stand by you in the cemetery. AS
long as He remembers His own heartbreak
He will stand by you in the laceration of
your affections. When He forgets the foot
sore way, the sleepless nights, the weary
body. the exhausted mind, the awful cross,
the solemn grave, then He will forget you,
but not until then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent
for our friends; but they were far away,
they could not get to us. We wrote to
them: "Come right away" or telegraphed:
"Take the next train" They came at last,
vet were great while in coming, or per-
haps were 100 late. Blu Christ is always
near-before you, benin, you, within you.
No mother ever threw b arms around her
child with such warm and ecstasy OF
affection as Christ has own toward you.
Close at hand-nearer ii | the staff upon
which you lean, nearer the cup which
you put to your lips, nearer than the hand
kerchief with which you wipe away your
tears-I preach Him an ever present, all
sympathizing, compassionate Jesus. How
can you stay away one moment from Him
with your griefs2 Go now. Go and tell
Jesus.
1t is often that our friends have NO
power to relieve us. They would very
much like to do it; but they cannot disen-
tangle our finances, they cannot cure our
sickness and raise our dead; but glory be
to God that He to whom the disciples went
has all power in heaven and on earth, and
at our call He will balk our calamities,
and, at just the right time, in the presence
of an applauding earth and resounding
heaven, will raise our dead. he will do it.
He is mightier than Herod. He is swifter
than the storm. He is grander than the
sea. He is vaster than eternity. And
every sword of Gods omnipotence will leap
from its scabbard, and all the resources of
infinity he exhausted rather than that Gods
child shall not be delivered when no cries
to Him for rescue.
Suppose your child was in trouble,
how much would you endure to get him out?
You would go through any hardship. You
would say: 81 don't care what it will cost.
must get him out Of that trouble"
Do you think God is not so good a
father as you? Seeing you are in trouble,
and having all power, will He not stretch
out his arm and deliver you? He will. He
is mighty to save. He can level the
mountain and divide the sea, and can ex-
inguish the fire and save the soul. Not
dim of eve, not WI ak of arm, not feeble OF
resources, but with all eternity and the
universe al Efs feet. Go and tell Jesus.
VIII YOU? le whose checks are wet with
the night lew Of the grave; ye who cannot
look up; We whose hearts are dried with
the lreath of a sirocco; in the name of the
religion OF Jesus Christ, which lifts every
burden and wipes away every tear and
delivers every captive and lightens every
darkness, implore you now go and tel
Jesus.
a lite child went with her father, sea
captain, to sea. and when the first storm
came the little child was very much fright
ened, and in thc night rushed out Of the
cabin ard sid "Were is fatherp Where
is fnther?" Then they told her: "Father is
on deck guiding he vessel and watching the
Storm" The little child Immediately res
turned to her berth and said: "It's all
right, for fathers on deck" Oh, ye who
are tossed and driven in this world, up by
the mountain and down by the valleys, and
at your wits end, ! want you to know the
Lord God is guiding the ship. Your
Father is on deck He will bring you
through the darkness into the harbor.
Trust in the Lord. Go and tell Jesus. Lei
me say that if you do not you will have nc
comic t here, and you will forever be an
outcast and a wanderer. Your death will
be sorrow. Your eternity will be a dis
aster.
But if you go to Him for pardon and
sympathy, all is well. Everything will
brighten up, and Joy will come to the
heart and sorrow will depart; your sins will
be forgiven and your foot will touch the
upward path; and The shining messengers
that report above what is done here viii
tell it, until the great arches of God re-
sound with the glad tidings, if now, will
contrition and full trustfulness of soul, yoJ
will only 90 and tell Jesus.
But am oppressed, when l look ovel
this audience, at the prospect that some
may not take this counsel, and 20 away un'
blessed. cannot help asking what will
be the destiny of these people? So Inevel
care whether it comes into the text or not
never leave my place on this platform
without telling them that now is the ac
cepted time, and 10 some, perhaps, the las
time.
Xerxes looked off on his army. Their
we're 2,000,000 men--perhaps the fines
army ever marshaled. Xerxes rode alonl
the lines, reviewed them came, back, stoot
! on some high point, looked off upon tn
! 100000 men and burst into tears. A
, that moment, when every on
supposed he would be in til
! greatest exultation, he broke down in grief
They asked Linn why he wept. "Ah," h
said, 81 weep at the thought that SO 500
all the host will be dead" So / stan
4 looking off upon this host of immortG
men and women and realize the fact, q
perhaps no man can, unless he has been i
similar position, that soon the places whic
know you now will know you no more, an
you will be gone-whither2 whittier
There is stirring idea which the poet pr
in very peculiar verse when he said:
'Tis not for man to triae life is BRIEF
And sin Is here
Our age is but the falling Of o leaf
| A dropping tear.
Not many lives, but only one have We